David’s successes were legendary and every lawyer that came up against him realized it. They understood they were in for the fight of their life because he crossed his t’s and dotted his I’s and there were no loopholes to exploit. He was an adversary of the ultimate kind.
Freda was proud of him and his success. He fought the good fight and 9 out of 10 times won since he left nothing to chance, nothing that could possibly be utilized by his opponents.
Therefore, today, as they gathered their materials together in preparation for this case, he seemed edgy and angry which surprised her since it was so out of character for him. She cocked her head to one side as she studied his movements. Yep, his composure was off, he was a tad bit fidgety. Not that anyone else would notice, but she knew him well, understood him and enjoyed the gentle but firm calmness that usually surrounded him before entering the courtroom. Unfortunately, there wasn’t enough time to question what was going on, they had fifteen minutes to get to court.
As they walked side by side, briefcases in hand, she leaned in and asked, “What’s up?”
“Can’t talk about it, but it’s under control. Drag this out, Freda, as long as possible, please.” She nodded her consent without a second thought. David wouldn’t have asked if it weren’t seriously important.
Her opening remarks dragged on, eloquently but lengthy and when she noticed the judge getting edgy, she turned the floor over to David who stood, straightened his jacket and after a long breath began his part of the proceedings.
As he stated their case, he looked expectantly toward the door from time to time. At one point, Freda could have sworn she saw beads of sweat on his forehead, if not a light glow. Something was seriously wrong.
Usually, David spoke with assured confidence but today he words didn’t carry the edge that captured everyone’s attention. He was about to finish his remarks when the door opened and a man entered and when David turned to look at him, the man nodded. He smiled and his manner changed instantly and he was the David he always was in court.
The judge called it a day and the courtroom hummed with conversation as everyone in attendance turned to leave.
“What’s going on, David?”
“Our client’s wife was threatened and our client didn’t want to proceed, he wanted to change his plea to guilty. It was like pulling teeth to find out what was going on, but he finally relented and explained that he’d received a letter that stated his wife would be killed if he didn’t go along – didn’t change his plea – it said she’d be taken care of.”
“Holy crap, David…and after a pause, “I take it, you resolved the situation?”
“Yeah, I contacted an undercover agent and had him place her in protection and we found out where the threat came from moments ago. I’ve explained the situation to our client, and we can now proceed as usual.”
“I take it you didn’t want to involve as few people as possible, hence you froze me out?”
“Sorry, Freda, I didn’t have time to fill you in, had to take immediate action.”
“Next time, do give me a head’s up, but good work, David, as always.”